Chapter 1359 Overlord and Clown
Come, come
A long journey is waiting for you
Listen to our call, as laughter will bring you here< br>
You will fall into the path you want
You have lost everything, but everything is more than that simple
Come on, give yourself to me
Because you too will dance with the passage of time
Until With fearful eyes and panting
Come with us, your end is here
On the snow-like slate
This will be our paradise
We will dye it bright red
Please join us in the dance of death——
In the small dark theater, music with ups and downs, strange tunes, sometimes sad and sometimes joyful, is echoing. At the same time, there are several vague figures accompanying the music, dancing with weird things that most living beings cannot understand. Dance, but their appearance is completely impossible to observe with the human eye, and only an afterimage can be seen.
Only the Eldar can watch such a dance.
On the hundreds of red seats under the stage, only two figures sat silently, their faces almost invisible in the half-dark light, hidden in the shadows cast by the stage .
For a moment, the man on the left raised his head slightly, and a golden mask with a malicious smile appeared in the light. The mouth of the slender mask was almost outlined in a V, and the teeth were carved into long and sharp points. The sharp teeth are particularly conspicuous against the cluster of scarlet hair on the top of his head and the gray high-collar windbreaker.
In a harlequin troupe, only the troupe leader will wear this costume.
The Harlequin Troupe Troupe Leader, also known as the "Lead Dancer" or "The Laughing God Incarnate" in the Eldar language, is the leader and protagonist of the Harlequin Troupe. They have exquisite skills and honor in weaving massacres. The commanding ability is better than that of veteran generals.
Under normal circumstances, only the troupe leader can decide where the troupe will go next, what dance will be performed in the next act, and what message will be expressed in the next code word. If the Shadow Prophet is the soul of the troupe, then the troupe leader is the brains and cunning.
During the performance, the role of the troupe leader is the protagonist and hero in the story, especially in "The Dance That Never Ends". He needs to personally play the role of the Laughing God, fight against Slaanesh, and thwart this evil. The new evil god's unquenchable thirst.
In political situations, the troupe leader is responsible for acting as the troupe's envoy, meeting with the prophets of the Craftworld, the Archons of Commorragh, the Pirate Princes of the Eldar, and the chiefs of the Wild Eldar.
But what is different from other Eldar groups is that although the troupe leaders have the name of troupe leaders, they do not rise through the ranks like those leaders of military organizations, but are closely related to the protagonists in the story. Similarly, the brothers and sisters in the troupe can become the protagonists if they agree with each other, until the next leading role is chosen.
At this time, the man on the right suddenly spoke. He was still hidden in the shadows, but his tall pointed helmet showed his identity.
"My dear brother Uma, this time things are much more troublesome than what you said in advance."
The harlequin troupe stared at the performance on the stage from above his thin fingers, his golden mask eyes flashing Indescribable glare.
"Wherever I go, so will my soul go."
The troupe leader muttered obscure lines, seemingly just expressing his thoughts.
The man next to him just let out a dry laugh, and then said:
"Although you have the help of your entire Malicious Soaring Troupe this time, the dogs of the God of Plague are rushing towards us with all their might. Although Comoros has many defense methods, you have also seen that they are all Selfish cowards, I can’t control them.”
The Malice Soaring Troupe can be said to be a regular visitor to Comoros, and their performances are very popular among the Witch Spirit Cult (simply put, they have a lot of female fans), and almost all of them. Complete their performances and battles entirely in flight mode, and have a far greater number of vehicles than any other troupe.
Uma sighed softly and rarely used normal Eldar language.
"You are starting to doubt." "Ah, brother, you misunderstood. We have no reason to distrust our plans. After all, they were planned by the brightest minds of our race for the glory of Ada. .”
"We must not doubt ourselves, especially in such testing times."
Uma replied, with a cautionary tone in his voice.
The man on the right waved his hand, and a huge screen rose above their heads. The soft light from the screen also dispelled all the darkness, illuminating the figure of the man.
The pitch-black and boundlessly gorgeous ancient Eldar armor, the towering layered pointed helmet, the scarlet hair on the top of the helmet, the soul-stirring scepter of pain, waist-length black hair, and always wearing a The pale and thin face with a malicious smile showed the person's identity without exception.
The overlord of Comoros and the master of the black-hearted conspiracy, Asrubair Victor.
When the Overlord of Youdu looked at the screen, it seemed as if millions of stars were twinkling in his bright eyes, filling his consciousness with vastness and cold nothingness.
Soon, the image becomes stable and clear.
“Yes.”
Victor whispered, half to himself:
“These are indeed testing times.”
As he spoke, the screen moved closer, a milky haze looming over it, forming the image of a soaring phoenix.
The colors on the screen are deliberately toned down and muted, but the haze is real, even if for some visual reason it is almost indistinguishable from the dark surrounding space.
"Brother, just take a look."
The screen flickered on and off, then flashed with lights of various colors, and then the speckled darkness was instantly dispersed by bright purple, they It was as if it burst out of nothingness, and was surrounded by a halo of dark green and yellow, as if countless poisonous substances were suddenly ignited, causing the darkness itself to burn.
At this time, the phoenix made of mist suddenly moved, flashing its wings to fight against the poisonous smoke. The conflict between the two caused a majestic torrent of energy.
After Uma stared at the dizzying vortex of twisted energy on the screen for a long time, she nodded slowly.
"So I'm not as optimistic as you, man."
Victor shook his head in a teasing voice, and then a creeping grotesque servant came to him, holding his hand A silver tray was held up, and a crystal cup was placed on the tray, which contained a light red unknown liquid.
The Overlord of Youdu picked up the cup and took a sip, and continued:
"The Crown of Asuryan will not last long."
"If the opponent is about to break through the defense line, we will give advance warning."
The leader of the Harlequin Troupe chose his words carefully, but the doubts in his words betrayed him.
“Hey, look where they are, they are pouring out of the subspace. You know it very well. You have also dealt with the believers of the Plague God many times. You should understand them better than me. They Perhaps slow, but also more patient, now they are gathering the power of witchcraft, as long as they reach that critical point"
Victor is not aimless, the Malevolent Soaring Troupe is one of the few Harlequin troupes that specifically targets Chaos A troupe of powerful forces, and has also joined forces with Comoros' allies on many occasions to fight.
(End of this chapter)